Tagged: winter

Scarlet Lolita

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“In a nervous and slender-leaved mimosa grove at the back of their villa we found a perch on the ruins of a low stone wall. She trembled and twitched as I kissed the corner of her parted lips and the hot lobe of her ear. A cluster of stars palely glowed above us between the silhouettes of long thin leaves; that vibrant sky seemed as naked as she was under her light frock. I saw her face in the sky, strangely distinct, as if it emitted a faint radiance of its own. Her legs, her lovely live legs, were not too close together, and when my hand located what it sought, a dreamy and eerie expression, half-pleasure, half-pain, came over those childish features. She sat a little higher than I, and whenever in her solitary ecstasy she was led to kiss me, her head would bend with a sleepy, soft, drooping movement that was almost woeful, and her bare knees caught and compressed my wrist, and slackened again; and her quivering mouth, distorted by the acridity of some mysterious potion, with a sibilant intake of breath came near to my face. She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward fist the scepter of my passion.”

― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

le vamptress dress by Demi Loon

boots by Jeffrey Campbell

photos by David Aronson

Dahila Wolf X I Hate Blonde

DSC_9732DSC_9689DSC_9699DSC_9736DSC_9720DSC_9693DSC_9734Hey guys! Stoked to announce that I’ve teamed up with Dahila Wolf to bring you the blogger battle contest. Dahlia Wolf, the brand that made my awesome overalls and this mint dress and fur blazer, is offering one lucky follower a full wardrobe! You can click here to enter the contest. I really love every piece they’ve sent me, they’re not like your typical e-commerce site. They actually make their own pieces, which makes them super fun to style and wear out.

Anyways, get a head start on the contest & vote for me (duh!) and let’s get a dope fresh wardrobe for spring!

xx

white fur blazer by Dahlia Wolf

teal v-cut dress by Dahlia Wolf

necklace by Sequin

photos by Kohl Murdock

crystal ball

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hamptons top by Wildfox Couture

cream hamptons vacation pant by American Apparel

mirror aviators by Wildfox Couture

cotton candy coat by Nastygal

photos by Melly Lee